The title of my blog describes me to a tee, I recently got back into my love for reading and wanted to share my thoughts. I started enjoying a glass of wine to help me relax and find time for myself by reading a good book.

Monday, April 30, 2018

My new neighbor is irresistible, and he’s keeping me up ALL
night long…

Emerson Hayes is sexy, arrogant, and has abs that would put
a Hemsworth to shame. He’s also opening a bar with his buddies right below my
apartment. Goodbye, peace and quiet, hello sleepless nights fantasizing about
my hot new landlord…

But when my stuffy workplace makes it clear I need a
plus-one for our events, I have the perfect way to even the score. Emerson is
A+ arm-candy… as long as I can resist taking a bite. Our arrangement is
supposed to be just for show, but Emerson is like that fifth shot of tequila:
tempting, intoxicating, and liable to leave me flat on my back with my panties
around my ankles, begging for more.

Maybe I should stay for just one more round…

Sparks fly in the hot new standalone series from Katie McCoy.

I'm really excited about this new series by Katie McCoy, I have to say that McCoy started The Rascals Series with a bang!!! I'm going to try and write this review with a clear head and try to control all the excitement I'm feeling.

Emerson Hayes will win you over with the most perfect and intense kiss. His sexy charm had me smiling throughout my read, he does have issues, but it's his commitment to love and his passion for opening a bar with four of his best friends that had me feeling all giddy.

Alex Matthis has stayed true to one goal and that is land the job of her dreams, but with the new bar being opened in her building... noise and the most gorgeous man she has ever seen are now her biggest distractions.

I loved everything about Rascal, it's witty humor, the bonds of friendship, and falling in love while pushing aside the belief that you can't have everything you want and deserve. The characters in this story are memorable. The men have this way of making me smile, laugh out loud, blush and the ones that don't, they leave an impression of mystery. The drama and passion is intense, I devoured this story and I can't wait for the next book Wingman.

Katie McCoy is a self proclaimed sushi addict, Cardinals baseball fanatic, and lover of all things theatrical. A St. Louis native transplanted to Brooklyn, she acts, sings, and shakes her booty when she isn't writing books about hot men and the girls who love them.

Everything in moderation. Including virtue.
I step off the plane in Madrid and meet his warm eyes. His crooked smile. His devastating charm.
Worse, he’s courteous. Honorable. Sensuous. Impossibly attractive.
Tavo awakens my desires—my body—without even touching it.
I don’t want to be attracted to him. I’ve made my promises.
My future has already been determined. I'm wearing a ring.
But I can't control this pull to him.
He wants to explore my shadows.
I want to get out of the light.
I shouldn't feel this way...
Problem is, I can't restrain my heart.

What can I say about Sombra by Leslie McAdam? Well, where do I begin? This story had my senses on overdrive. The description of the food and locations felt as if I could smell the aroma, taste the cuisine and virtually place myself on an olive farm or on the streets of Spain. It's perfectly written and had me falling in love with two characters that steal my heart from the start.

Gustavo "Tavo" de la Guerra Canto, try and say his name three times and seriously you would wish you'd be saying his name more than three times and in any accent. His family owns an olive farm and he finds himself in a bind to save his family's business. He has too many responsibilities and those dreams he had planned on, may have to pushed aside. His family business, his studies and his want to avoid a commitment all become beautifully complicated, when his family rents a room to a young lady studying abroad.

Kim Brown's zest for life, discovering new things, wanting to absorb all that's around her and realizing she has let too many people influence her, had me falling in love and rooting for her throughout the story. Kim melts my heart every time she goes after what she wants and discovers something new about herself. She has one goal and that is to study hard and learn everything she can while she's in Spain. Things for Kim may not go as planned, especially if Tavo is her biggest temptation.

Sombra, is a beautiful story of self discovery, the love of family and falling in love. It's filled with heartfelt moments, reacquainting ourselves with old friends and making new ones. The passion is felt off of my kindle with every swipe, it had me feeling as if every word I want to say is in Spanish.

Leslie McAdam is a California girl who loves romance, Little Dude, and well-defined abs. She lives in a drafty old farmhouse on a small orange tree farm in Southern California with her husband and two small children. Leslie always encourages her kids to be themselves – even if it means letting her daughter wear leopard print from head to toe. An avid reader from a young age, she will always trade watching TV for reading a book, unless it’s Top Gear. Or football. Leslie is employed by day but spends her nights writing about the men you fantasize about. She’s unapologetically sarcastic and notoriously terrible at comma placement (that’s what editors are for!). Always up for a laugh, Leslie tries to see humor in all things. When she’s not in the writing cave you’ll find her fangirling over Beck, camping with her family, or mixing up oil paints to depict her love of outdoors on canvas.

THE CLUBHOUSE IS buzzing with life tonight. Every member and
their ol’ lady came out for the cage fight. No other MC members are allowed on
a night like this. It’s in-house and exclusive. Keeps the outcome private and
the bruised egos of the losers contained. I plan on bruising more than their
egos. I want them carried out on a fucking stretcher.

These men aren’t my brothers. They don’t know loyalty,
honor, or respect the patch and the brotherhood it stands for. They’re weak
men. Men who get off on torturing and raping a woman who couldn’t defend
herself against them. I don’t see them as equals. I’ll never see them as
equals.

Through the church room is another set of double doors. This
is where we have our fight cage and private bar. Wooden benches line two walls,
the cage taking up the other two. Between the benches and the fight cage are
high top and low top tables with bar stools and chairs. Every seat is filled
and the liquor is pouring heavily. A few bucks make their rounds on who’s going
to win the fight. It’s fun play for my brothers, but for me, tonight is about
so much more.

Lighting dim, it makes the blood stains on the cage mat
harder to see, but it’s there as a lingering memory of previous fights. Fights
I’ve been a part of. Blood I’ve contributed myself. You don’t last in the
Serpents as long as I have without shedding some.

Across the cage, between the bars, I can see Drake and Levi
getting themselves worked up for the fight. A slap to the face, some words for
courage, a shot glass thrown back. Next to me are Mercy, John, Tex and RJ, some
of my closest brothers. Mercy slaps my bare back and hands me a shot.

“Fuck ‘em up.”

With the shot thrown back, I bob my head. Shirt in my hands,
I pull it over my head and toss it on a chair. Reaching into my pocket, I
retrieve the brass knuckles I brought. That’s an advantage with the cage
fights—there are no rules.

Christian opens the cage door and dips his head, indicating
Drake and Levi need to enter. Shirts off and in their jeans, they go into the
cage, bouncing on the tips of their feet. They’re wired and ready, probably
high on coke too. Another advantage for me. With intent steps, I flex my
muscles and give Christian a hard stare as I enter the cage.

The door locks behind us and I measure my opponents. Levi is
tall and gangly, has speed, but will easily be put off balance. Drake has
muscles, a solid core, slightly shorter than I am, but he always steps before
he punches. It’s been engrained in me to study the way every man I know fights,
especially the ones closest to you.

Bloodshot eyes and their hyper energy are telltale signs
they’re high. The corner of my mouth raises when the circling starts. They’ll
come at me together at first, in hopes to overpower me, wear me down. Then once
I’m tired, they’ll split up and go for individual attacks to give themselves
breaks and ensure I remain exhausted. They’re dumb fucks if they think the
fight will last that long.

They both charge and I slam into Levi. Hand to his throat, I
ram him into the cage bars, knocking the wind out of him. Grip tight on his
throat, I bring the brass knuckles down on his face. Blood spurts from his
nose, then again from his busted lips.

“Fuuuck!” the word roars from my chest.

The cold steal slices across the lower left side of my back.
Enraged, I turn on Drake and see him holding the bloody switchblade.

If blood is what they want, blood is what I’ll give them.

Fast hand to his wrist, I wrap my elbow around his arm and
kick his leg out from under him. The blade drops and I flip him over slamming
him to the ground. No hesitation, I snatch the blade and whip it across his
cheek. Blood pours from the thin, neat cut. Flicking the blade into my other
hand, I nail it into his thigh.

With the painkiller effects of the coke running through his
system, he bellows from the wound, but still has a lot of fight. Seeing Levi
come at me with a set of spiked knuckles, I get one brass-knuckled punch to
Drake’s face before I duck and roll, dodging the swing of Levi’s arm.

Quick on my feet, I feel the warmth of my own blood running
down my skin on the inside of my jeans. That’s gonna need stitches. I need to
move fast before I lose too much blood. Drake pulls the blade from his thigh
and limps to his feet, holding the bars of the cage.

Circling one another, the crowd is alive with energy, screaming
and hollering inaudible words at us. They’re hungry for more.

Waving my fingers, I encourage their attack. Levi’s got good
legs, so he comes at me first. With an uppercut of the brass knuckles, he lands
on his back. One hard boot to his face and he’s lights out.

Drake circles me, blade in hand. With a fast swing, he
grazes my arm, slicing it enough to make me bleed, but not enough to make me
give a fuck. The fresh scent of copper fills my nostrils. Crimson red covers
Drake’s face and stains his jeans. Watching his feet, he lunges again, and I
grab his hand, lock onto it, turn inside his arm and elbow his face, breaking
his nose. Pulling his hand backward, the blade drops. With one swift turn, I
put brass to bone, knocking him on his ass.

I only stop when I see his eyelids. He’s out cold, and I
heave a breath, controlling my fury before I murder him here in front of
everyone. Rising to my feet, I pull the brass knuckles from my bloodied hand.
The cage door opens for me, and I step out to hoots, hollers, pats on the back,
and shots shoved into my hands. I down two for the pain.

All the faces are an adrenaline pumping blur until I see
her—my Sparrow. Running to me, I enfold her in my arms, kissing her hard and
fierce.

Betty Shreffler is a
bestselling author of paranormal romantic suspense and contemporary
romance. She writes sexy and suspenseful stories with hot alphas and
kickass heroines with twists you don’t expect. She also writes beautiful and
sexy romances with tough women and their journeys at finding love. Betty is a
mix of country, nerdy, sassy, sweet and a whole lot of sense of humor. She’s a
fan of photography, reading, watching movies, hiking, traveling, drinking wine,
and all things romantic. She lives with her amazing hubs and five fur babies.
If she’s not writing or doing book events, then you can find her behind the
lens of a camera, in the woods, or sipping wine behind a deliciously steamy
book.

Austin Lowes is new to town. She's running from a mom who hates her to her dad
who cares nothing about her. Only a few months and she will be free, or at
least, that's what she hopes ... until she meets him.

Cole Reynolds is the devil disguised as a man. He wants her fear, he wants her
blood, and he wants her soul.

“I’m calling it what it is,” I snap. “You know
damn well that I had no idea what you had planned.”

He pushes off the wall and leans down, his face
inches from mine. I can smell the cinnamon on his lips and can’t help the
shudder that runs through me. “I dare you to prove it.”

“You son of a—”

“In order to join,” Deke interrupts me, “you have
to pass a test.” He crosses his arms over his broad chest.

“I’m not interested …”

“Initiation,” he corrects himself.

“I don’t want to be involved with whatever
fucked-up shit you guys are in.” How many
different ways do I have to say it?

“Let her out,” Kellan says, but no one listens to
him.

Deke continues. “You have to fuck one of us while
we all watch.”

My heart starts to pound at his words. And my eyes
widen when he takes a step toward me.

This is a joke. It has to be.

He arches a brow in challenge when I just stand
there staring at him. “You want me, baby? I’m ready.” He licks his lips as his
blue eyes settle on my legs. Then he reaches down to his jeans and unbuttons
them.

He’s
serious! My eyes immediately shoot to Cole.

His eyes hold their usual anger as they glare down
at me, but a slow, devious smile spreads across his face, and the guys start
laughing. “Well, there’s your answer, man,” one of them calls out from behind
me.

My jaw tightens. “I don’t want to …”

“Leave us,” Cole orders, interrupting me. And like
the trained sheep they are, they all walk out. I can still hear their laughter
as they walk down the hall, the door slowly shutting behind them.

I plop down on one of the lounge chairs, trying to
slow my racing heart. “You can’t force my hand, Cole. Not with this.”

He walks over to where I sit. Reaching out, he
runs his busted knuckles along my cheek. I swat his hand away, afraid of what
will come out of my mouth if he touches me.

His hand grips my hair and yanks me to stand. I
cry out as he shoves my back

against the closed door. He towers over me,
pushing his body into mine. I’m panting while he holds me still. He dips his
head to whisper in my ear. “Are you a virgin, Austin?”

“No,” I growl. My hands come up to push him off
me, but he grabs them and pins them above my head. I whimper, and my thighs
tighten.

“That’s a shame.” He sighs, and his breath skims
across my skin making me shudder. “I like to take pretty, innocent things and
destroy them.”

“You’re sick,” I say, panting.

He chuckles but doesn’t deny it. “But that doesn’t
make you want me any less. I saw the way you stared at me in the car. The way
you licked your lips when I thought about kissing you. The way you whispered my
name. How you stared at me when I got out of the pool. And let’s not forget the
way you allowed me to touch you last night. Tell me, were you disappointed when
I didn’t throw you on the bed and fuck you right then?” I moan. “I bet you’re
wet right now.”

“Cole,” I growl his name, not wanting him to see
how right he is.

But he ignores my warning. “You wore red for me
again, sweetheart. You wanted my attention, and you got it. Now what are you
gonna do with it?”

Author Bio

Shantel is a Texas born girl who now lives in Tulsa, Oklahoma with her high
school sweetheart, who is a wonderful, supportive husband and their two
daughters. She loves to spend time cuddled up on the couch with a good book.

She considers herself extremely lucky to get to be
a stay at home wife and mother. Going to concerts and the movies are just a few
of her favorite things to do. She hates coffee, but loves wine. She and her
husband are both huge football fans, college and NFL. And she has to feed her
high heel addiction by shopping for shoes weekly.

Although she has a passion to write, her family is
most important to her. She loves spending evenings at home with her husband and
daughters, along with their cat and dog.

Thursday, April 26, 2018

Cuba Knight came
into my life with a wicked smirk, bedroom eyes and a chip on his shoulder.I was warned to stay away from him. Hell, he warned me himself. So, I made it my
mission to break his walls down and kill his demons.Loving him had consequences. I just didn't know the extent until he stabbed me
with the arrow I willingly gave him.

A. Cramton is a
wife, and mother who was born and raised in Sunny San Diego, California but now
resides in Richmond, Virginia. When A is not working a fulltime job and
attending to her son and husband, she loves to indulge in a juicy romance
novel. A is a hopeless romantic who is in love with love, and has a guilty
pleasure for celebrity gossip. After being a part of Naughty Smutty Book Blog,
and reviewing multiple love stories, A decided to pursue her own dreams of
being a published author.

I lose the track of my friends' conversation as the fine
hair at my nape bristles -- not unpleasantly -- and my gaze lands on the sole
bartender on the other side of the counter.

Everything fades away except him.

I've met handsome men, hot men, aristocratic men, charming
men on both sides of the Atlantic. My family alone has four brothers and four
cousins who make women stupid with their looks. Having grown up around such
male beauty, I've always considered myself immune -- able to appreciate it
without turning into some kind of infatuated drooler.

But the bartender...

Everything about him is absurd.

The absurd perfection of his bone structure. The absurd blue
of his eyes. The absurd firmness of his lips. The absurd muscularity of his
big, strong body.

When our gazes collide, I feel like every cell in my body is
waking up after a lifetime of slumber. My heart beats a little bit faster, a
little bit harder. Blood flows a little quicker, a little hotter.

Is this sexual attraction?

I shake my head inwardly. I've felt attraction to guys
before. But nothing like this. This man shines like a brilliant gemstone, like
the heavens opened up and a halo appeared around him.

Then I remember what Grandpa used to say.

"When I first met your grandmother, I knew she was the
one."

"How?" I asked. An exceptional artist, Grandpa has
a propensity for exaggeration and dramatic flair.

"Because she made me forget where I was. Every time I
laid eyes on her, nothing else mattered. Colors were brighter, food tasted
better, and the air felt cleaner. All because I met her."

Apparently the decision has been made. "Okay." I
park my butt across from the bartender, Grandpa's words about soul mates
circling in my head.

Because if this bartender's mine, he's popped up at the most
inconvenient time and the most inconvenient location.

Author Bio

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Nadia Lee writes sexy,
emotional contemporary romance. Born with a love for excellent food, travel and
adventure, she has lived in four different countries, kissed stingrays, been
bitten by a shark, ridden an elephant and petted tigers.

Currently, she shares a condo overlooking a small river and sakura
trees in Japan with her husband and son. When she’s not writing, she can be
found reading books by her favorite authors or planning another trip.

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